Posthumous Fame

MagyarSerbian.

Why do you think I am doing this? Why am I writing posts for this blog? Why am I making music? Why am I writing books? Why am I making videos? What’s the point? Why am I exposing myself to so much ‘heat’? What is it I want?

First some music:

 

We all have different priorities in life. Some just want to live as comfortably as they can. Others want ‘success’, whatever that means today. Some care about fame and fortune. I care about posthumous fame.

‘What’s the point?’, you might wonder. Why would I want fame that I will never be able to see or appreciate in any way?

Well, as I see it, the best we can do is to base everything we do on the assumption that we will be reborn in the kin, that we will – after we have died – return as our children’s children, or as their children, or as the children of somebody else we are related to. Whether we actually do or not is completely irrelevant; what matters is that we either believe that we do, or that we at least pretend to believe that we do and then base everything on this world view.

If we all had such a world view, we would not ruin our planet as we know it, we would not destroy what is good in our world or turn our world into a Hell on Earth, ruled by lying, perverse and greedy madmen, to be sorted out by those who come after us. No. We would instead worry more about the future and take steps to ensure that life also for those who come after us will be good, right, just and healthy.

What I do is to ensure that if I return some time in the future, the most important of what I know today, of what I learned in this life, will pass on to the future me, so that I don’t have to re-learn all of this the hard way. I wont have to re-interpret our mythology and read all those often boring books that I had to read to be able to get the knowledge base needed for me to write. I want to hand over my knowledge to my future self, so to speak.

Yes, the fame, or if you like infamy, I accumulate in this life will ensure that the future me will get to know about me, so that I can easily and fast re-learn the most important things I knew in this life. Hence I worry more about my posthumous fame than I do about fame. Fame matters no whit, unless it is also posthumous. I will not return to life until after I am dead, after all.

The ‘heat’ I generate in life, to put it that way, contributes to my posthumous fame. Yes, it also makes life for me so much harder and much less comfortable, but that is a price I am willing to pay. Because I know – or if you like; believe or just pretend I believe – that my posthumous fame matters so much more, and this fame is actually nourished by the ‘heat’.

When I die, my memory will be left amongst the living, and therefore when I return to life, I can return to myself, and continue living where I left the last time. Thus I not only can live forever, but I can accumulate experience and wisdom, and start each new life on increasingly solid ground. True greatness is not achieved in one single lifetime. You need to ‘save up’.

HailaR WôðanaR!

About European Morals

BulgarianFrenchSerbian.

One thing that is rather odd, is that Christians seems to think that they have some sort of monopoly on morals and good behaviour, that the Europeans before the Christianisation were just a bunch of amoral lunatics, raping, killing, pillaging, drinking and having no moral attitudes or self discipline whatsoever. They are often Christians because they are good and moral themselves (they are Europeans in blood after all), and wrongly believe that they need to take the consequence of that and therefore become or remain Christians. They know no other good and moral alternative.

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Many modern so-called Pagans seems to think the same, and mistake Heathendom with Hedonism, and use their cartoonish mock-Paganism as an excuse to be amoral and live what the Christians would call ‘a life in sin’ – and what a real Pagan would call ‘a life without Honour’.

Well, I have no problems with what is perceived as traditional ‘Christian’ values and morals: loyalty, family values, kindness, honesty, self discipline (or ‘moderation’) etc.. But let me be perfectly clear: these are not ‘Christian’ values! These are values the Christians adopted from Paganism – or rather keptwhen they were Christianized. You can even argue that these are values they kept in spite of the Christianisation: these are the European values the Judeo-Christians failed to eradicate, when they created the Christian cult to destroy Rome (and later the rest of Europe).

As a Pagan European I am not the opposite of Christian Europeans. My problem with them is not their morals, but their embrace of an international and racist religion bent on mixing all races and destroying all cultures and religions on this planet – and replace them all with just ‘Christians’ (of any race or any mix) and Judeo-Christian culture. They have done their best to destroy our European culture for more than a thousand years, and they still try to complete this task.

When you meet Europeans who identify themselves as ‘Christians’, remember this: they don’t need Christianity to justify being moral. The exact same good values and morals are embraced in our European religion too. Paganism is not a excuse to sleep around, drink, take drugs or in other ways behave like a complete idiot. Paganism is the foundation on which all good traditions and morals stand! And unlike Christianity, Paganism is without dangerous alien influence, or even alien control, from some non-European tribe not at all friendly towards Europe and European culture. And unlike Christianity, Paganism is friendly towards all other non-aggressive and non-expansionist religions and cultures on this planet, and seek not to destroy them and replace them with the worship of one non-European tribe and their self-proclaimed right to destroy and enslave all others.

All Christian Europeans who seriously want to ensure the survival of Europe as a biological entity should open their eyes to this, cast the anti-European and racist Christianity aside like a wet towel, and become real Europeans again. Only a Pagan European is ‘a European mind in a European body’. 

Related post here and here.

Hail the European Gods! Hail and Joy!

Runes

“In hoc signo vinces” 

Sorcerer & God

BulgarianFrench. MagyarSerbian. Spanish.

A long time ago our forebears practised what we would call sorcery: they cast spells to influence the spirits of nature. Some were better at this than others were, and yearly contests were organised to make sure that the tribe at all times had the best suited to be their sorcerer-king and sorcerer-queen. The king was selected based on his skills, strength, intelligence and good health. The queen was selected based on her innocence, patience and beauty.

We know this May couple and the May contests from both our fairy tales, mythology and traditional songs.

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With time it became clear that the sorcerer’s spells didn’t always work, and some societies changed: rather than rely on the spell-casting skills of a sorcerer, they began to address the spirits more directly, and simply asked them to comply. When doing so the hermaphroditic spirits were athropomorphised and given a name and gender: so the spirit of lightning was called “Lightning”, in Scandinavia Loki (“lightning”, from the PIE root *luk-), the spirit of thunder was called “Thunderer”, in Scandianvia Þórr (“thunderer”), etc. The trees and animals these spirits had originally been associated with turned into the attributes of the deities. So Þórr’s temple was based around an oak tree, and his carriage was said to be pulled by goats. Freyja’s temple was based around a cherry tree, and her carriage was said to be pulled by cats. Etc.

The society was still penetrated on all levels by the idea of sorcery (‘sympathetic magic’) though, so in order to gain the powers of the deities man – i. e. priests and priestesses – could simply impersonate the deities. E. g. by dressing up as a goddess, by impersonating her, by taking her name a girl became her, and thus also gained all her powers. The gods and goddesses of the temples were thus very much real: they were there themselves! Listening to the prayers of man, eating the sacrificed animals, healing injured men, and being pulled or carried around to the fields to bless them, etc. The deities were real! The sorcerer-king and sorcerer-queen were thus replaced by the god-king and the goddess-queen, but not much changed, really.

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Yearly contests were still organised to make sure that the tribe at all times had the best suited to be their god-king and goddess-queen. The king was still selected based on his skills, strength, intelligence and good health. The queen was still selected based on her innocence, patience and beauty.

The winners of these annual contests were given an apple. The aging man stood no chance of winning an Olympic games type contest against younger and stronger men, and the aging girl stood no chance of winning a beauty contest against younger and more beautiful girls. Thus the deities were kept young forever, by the help of Íðunn’s apples.

Related posts here and here. 

Runes in the Green Grass

French. MagyarSerbian.

First some music.

In case you didn’t know: I don’t enjoy writing. I don’t want to write. I don’t plan to write. I fact, every time I do write something, like I do now with this post for the TP blog, I plan not to write anything more, ever again, but I always fail to do so. I fail because I feel a strong need to ensure the survival of the most essential parts of our European (Pagan) culture, and to do so I have to write down what I know about this, and what others don’t seem to know, and eventually publish what I write in form of books.

Every man must die, but a tribe can live forever. I worry not about my life; my life is good and I have no complaints personally, and if I die today I die knowing that I spent my time well. But I worry about the life of my tribe, my people, my race. Our Pagan culture is the foundation on which we stand. Without it we will fall, sink into the ground – like we are doing today, and like we have done the last thousand years – and eventually disappear from the face of the earth. As part of my tribe I don’t want that to ever happen: I am alive, my survival instincts are intact, so I keep writing… to ensure that the foundation remains strong and powerful. To ensure that our glorious, thoroughly good and deeply honest tribes will be able to at one point rid itself of the foreign yoke, Judeo-Christianity, and then return to greatness, in mind, blood and spirit, and live honourable lives again, like we did in the days of yore.

The blood of our Pagan forebears is in us, so we can remember and miss that Golden Age of Europe. We can feel the longing deep within our hearts and minds. We can remember the Europe that was not committing suicide, that was not destroying itself.

And we can miss it.

And we can work to make it return.

Hail the European Deities! Hail and Joy!